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Trained and trimmed to be a modest princess, with all the three ladies-in-waiting, Trinity must follow everything that her guardian say.
Homeschooled since she knows when, she rarely have friends she can call her own. Most of them are picked and chosen by the Royal council.
She's a Queen in maki- scratch that, a puppet in making.
Her Royal life sucked out all the voluntary side of her. She's a princess yes, but she has no freedom to decide for her own. What she says, her opinions never matter. All her actions are scripted and staged.
She's in a fairytale illusion.
Now tell me, is being a princess a privilege or a curse? Why can we just meet an trade places? How do you like that?
If only my parents were alive, I know they wouldn't want my life to be as fucked up as it is. If only I'm not with the care of my wicked auntie, then I probably wouldn't be is this situation.
Without thinking of changing the course my life, I let the river flow as it usually does.
But I became so feed up and furious when the council, with the influence of my aunt, arranged my marriage to some random guy they picked and voted, to be the king, their puppet king. For what? So they can finally have full control of my family's lineage and heritage?
I had enough! I would not give them the satisfaction that they want.
Out of my madness and frustration, I snick out and use my mother's private jet and flew to Las Vegas, dragged the first person I bumped in the park, and force him to marry me.
Huh! Let's wait and see the royal council's reaction when they found my married status. Curse them all!
I regretted my reckless action the next morning. For the of love of God! I'm just eighteen, and I'm married?
I bleed my heart out and swallow all my foolish act. That's when my instant husband comes in the picture.
He assured me that everything will be alright. That he will save me if things will get out of control. He said that were now each other's responsibility, and that he would live on our vows. For better or for worst.
Why, I found an honorable man in my fragile state! Heaven must have heard my cry of plea!
Maybe I'm not that unlucky after all.
I am December Trinity P. Shechenov, my parents died in an ambush when I was a months old. Successor to the house of Shechenov, first in the line to the France Royal Houses.
I have a title of a future Queen, I may regret that my parents didn't witness me grow, but I'll make sure to continue their legacy.
